More Exercise

Today was pretty eventful for being an uneventful day. I got to sit in a crowded conference room with no snacks provided except a box of Dunkin Donuts Munchkins. Krispy Kreme or GTFO. I attended my annual firm element training where it is explained that stealing money, forging signatures, and committing fraud is frowned upon not only by LFA, the company I work for, but by FINRA as well. Who knew? Sometimes I really get frustrated at Lincoln. Technically, LFA is distinct from all other companies under the Lincoln Financial umbrella, and they’ve decided that they should emphasize that difference by making me jump through paperwork nonsense hoops. “You gotta be f*-king kidding me!” was the sentiment in the room. I’m not going to detail because I’m in an “accentuate the positive” kind of mood. I had no energy today. I was sore. I was unmotivated. I got a recovery run in anyway. Today was truly one of those days where getting out of the house was the toughest part of the workout. I did a basic three and a half miles just to get the blood flowing. I ran outside in the middle of the afternoon and it was comfortable the whole way. The rubber on the soles of my shoes didn’t melt. I didn’t lose thirty pounds in water weight, and my heart rate didn’t spike. Not even when I sprinted the last two hundred yards. It’s the first time since late March that I’ve been able to do that. Fall is finally here. I noticed it this morning when I left for work. There was a crispness in the air. I wished that I could have run then. Running in the cool is easy, and I’m looking forward to at least ten or twelve cool mornings between now and next summer. I also have a new stretching routine. I stretch on the living room floor while LMJ watches a DVD. It may be bad parenting, but it’s the easiest way I’ve found to keep her entertained and to keep track of exactly how long I hold each stretch. A minute is a long time. I can only hope that my total body soreness assuages at least a little bit by tomorrow morning. I’ve got chest, biceps, and I’m thinking about running 8. Someone’s getting in shape.